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Wrapped in the true aura of the Netherworld Dragon Soul, Yan Chou Long's diving figure suddenly spun to a halt.
Those savage vertical pupils swept over Chen Xiaojun's momentary daze, revealed by the sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, and the corners of his mouth split into a silent, vicious grin.
His claws abruptly crossed before his chest, palms facing each other, as if drawing open an invisible great bow. Nether Demonic Qi, so viscous it had turned into solid ink-black substance, frantically collapsed between his claws.
"secret art: Demonic Dragon Vortex!"
A roar as low as rolling thunder in a dragon's lair exploded out.
Behind him, the vast, mountain-like phantom of the Netherworld Demon Dragon suddenly lifted its head and roared without sound, its entire dragon body spinning up at its utmost speed.
The dragon head devoured its tail, its claws tearing at the void, and in an instant it transformed into a bottomless black reincarnation vortex that filled the entire field of vision.
The edges of the vortex twisted and tore at the light, while within it, ghosts shrieked like ten thousand wraiths weeping together. The space within a hundred-meter radius instantly became a Netherworld Purgatory that devoured all vitality.
The stone slabs beneath Chen Xiaojun, Xi Xi, and Xiao Yi were ripped up inch by inch, madly dragged toward the center of the vortex by that terrifying suction. A sinister, bone-piercing chill of death drilled straight into their marrow.
Almost at the very same instant the Demonic Dragon Vortex took shape—
Hum!
The Shield of Victory in Xi Xi's hand, flowing with a golden halo, suddenly trembled violently. The Deep Sea Vortex totem at the center of the shield, rotating counterclockwise,